#about bea

When I was young... probably 12, maybe 13-- I wished that Bea would get a taste of her own medicine. She was always just so much... better than me. At everything. At people. At making our mom happy. At performing. At fire magic. God, her fire, it was something else. I close my eyes and I can still see the way the flames danced for her. They listened to her in a way that mine never have. And it pissed me off. How easy she had it. Because it seemed like she did, it always seemed like it came so fucking easy to her. So, I wished that one day she would know what it's like, to be... less than. To lose her spark.

Fuck, I wish she'd never lost her fire.

Back in high school, I once wished this shitlord who kept making comments about my ass during P.E. would get what he was coming for him. I saw him at a bar a few years later and punched him in the face. Call it karmic justice.

I was tagged by @politicalmamaduck to make a Lichtenstyler pop art Picrew. Thanks, Alexandra! I really like how this turned out :D

MOODBOARD 1/? · BEA & SAMMY AKA PUPBEA 🐶🐝

SAM: You have all the best moments ❤️❤️❤️ BEA: I think you might have a bit of a biased but I'm not going to argue with a glowing review like that. SAM: Maybe a little, but that's only because I know how great you are BEA: It's okay. I'm a little biased when it comes to you too, darling. SAM: I'm starting to think this bias stuff is a good thing. BEA: Right? Not all bad, is it? Actually kind of nice, even. SAM: I like it. We should keep it.

BONUS GIF:

I have not super been around! Hi, hello, oh gosh. 

I bought my house and we’ve moved in! I may never be totally unpacked; it’s probably an issue. (House is good, I like the house). 

I was in a really bad car wreck just about two weeks ago. Totaled my car, got super bruised and banged up, had to buy a new car, but I’m okay! Or, at least, I’m getting there. Still super bruised, still super stung about the whole thing. 

As a result of the car wreck, I’ve had to cut a bunch of family members out of my life! Don’t you just love that?

Still doing the witchy thing, but it’s had to be on the back burner for a bit while I get my life together. I’m still working on the “being depressed” thing -- daylight savings has not helped at all. 

OOC:

In White Crest? Nowhere!

It's not a place so much as it's the company. Luce feels safest when all three of the sisters are together. She is well aware of how dangerous this town is, how swiftly death can come for them at any time. And she's also very aware of how powerful all three of them are. Individually, they are dangerous. Together, they can conquer even death itself. She feels safest when she's with her sisters and when she knows they have her back.

//Hm.

Luce would wake up in her cabin. She would gripe and groan to Iggy about having to go to a coven thing tonight, but would go anyways. She wouldn’t have to put on her choker, because there wouldn’t be a scar around her neck. She would wear whatever shirt she wanted because she wouldn’t have lightning scars over her heart. She would go to her parent’s house and talk to them about how the cousins in Turkey are doing, how her father’s tailoring is going, fielding prying questions from her mother.

She’d meet Nell and Bea for drinks. Maybe Felix and Adam would be there too. They’d laugh. They’d have a good time, chat about what’s going on with them. Talk about Bea’s latest show at Illusions of Grandeur, tease Nell for whatever shenanigans she’s gotten up to lately. The three of them would go to the coven event, mingle with the rest of the spellcasters who have been their second family for as long as Luce can remember. She’d use her fire magic without worrying about the sparks sputtering and failing in her fingers. The magic would work without a hitch.

She’d go home and work on a piece she’s planning on making the central part of a series she’d pitch to a gallery outside of White Crest. She’d finish up a design she’s working on for a client at the shop before taking a long hike with Iggy into the woods.

OOC:

Generally speaking, Luce doesn’t think her mother deserves forgiveness for anything she’s done. And this comes from a whole host of reasons, the breaking point being the girl’s excommunication from the coven and subsequent estrangement from the rest of the Vural family. While Demir paid the girl’s debt without Nisa’s influence, Luce still believes her mother used her father to try and get their forgiveness. And that, honestly, makes Luce hate her mother more.

Luce has tried very, very hard to be someone that her parents-- but particularly Nisa-- could be proud of. But, she was always lacking. Never in any awful, catastrophic way, but Luce could never quite gain her mother’s approval. She was never as skilled with magic as Bea, never as outgoing as Nell. She was quiet. Moody. More interested in art than in studying, more interested in practical uses of fire than show stopping explosions. And Nisa never really paid much attention to her because of those differences. Who can blame her though? When Nell was such a troublemaker and Bea had so much talent and promise, who could blame Nisa for letting Luce slip through the cracks?

My family. If we wanted to, we could raze this town to the ground. Any one of us could do a lot of damage if we wanted to. Bea was always so... good with fire and I’ve seen how the shadows leap to her fingers now. I’ve seen her pool darkness from a room and make it solid, watched it squeeze the life from a man’s eyes. Nell’s summoning and whatever this... blood thing she’s got going on, it’s powerful. She’s quick to pick things up and always has been, because our mom never supported her the way she supported me and Bea.

The three of us together, Bea, me, and Nell... The last time we were all together, we put a giant sanctuary spell on the haunted mansion. The time before that, we hunted down a man and gave him a very slow, very painful death.

If we wanted to, we could do a far worse things than that.

Probably this drunk guy I saw at Hat(chet) Trick who decided that hucking the giant 3 foot fireman’s ax across the room was a great idea.